Letras:Furnace. Gravity Distorition Time Displacement Unit. Our Struggling Times.

You're too scared to let go (This pain goes unnoticed)
Everyone lives in fear of everyone else
Stay inside, shut the blinds, and cover their ears
Am I the only one left with any common sense?
Breathe in new air
Your train of thought doesn't make much sense
Your train of thought doesn't make much sense
And I don't think it will
You're stuck years and years ago
An inhumane fucked up point of view
Those years are gone
But you're here setting back our race
And I've seen this calloused point of view
That you share to anyone around
And it kills me, but it fuels your american heart